Realising that something was wrong, Mrs Zheng climbed up and turned on the bedside lamp, looking at Zheng Yun, who was surprisingly tearful, with tears of remorse on his aged face.
“What the hell is going on here? Old Zheng, don’t scare me.” Mrs Zheng asked nervously.
Not only was Mrs. Zheng not stupid, but she was also very sensitive, and she had long since noticed something different these days.
“Old Zheng, let me ask you something, why did you ask me to unite the Guan family to go to the Thousand Gate Martial Arts Conference that day, was it really for the TV station’s broadcast rate? I warned you that you are an outsider in the jianghu, things in the jianghu are very complicated, you must not interfere, did something go wrong?”
Not only did Zheng Yun not answer, instead he closed his eyes deeply and curled up into a ball, his brow furrowed and his whole body actually trembled.
In all the years that Mrs. Zheng had been married to Zheng Yun, it was the first time that she had seen him so helpless and scared.
“If you have something, you must talk to me. If it’s a jianghu matter, my mother’s family still has some methods. After all, my mother’s family was once a dignified one in the jianghu ……”
Zheng Yun’s heart seized fiercely, could this be considered a jianghu matter or not?
Junran was going to fight a copyright lawsuit against Guangyao, and it was no joke, and yesterday the lawyer had told Zheng Yun that the lawsuit was bound to be lost. Zheng Yun hadn’t thought much about it, thinking that the Thousand Fists Pavilion was just a front for a lowly sect in the jungle, but he had no idea that behind the Thousand Fists Pavilion was a giant that he could never afford to mess with.
Now Zheng Yun’s greatest feeling was that he was the one who was really being fooled! Jiang Ming, together with others, had teamed up to trick him!
He shrank into Madam Zheng’s arms and whimpered like a child, “We might be at the end of our rope.”
Tong City, Anle Mountain.
At the beginning of the year, no one came to visit the graves, the ancestral rituals had all been carried out years before, and now there was only one caravan winding its way up the entire Anle Mountain.
All the names of the nearby plays know that this is the Jiang family, a big tycoon, coming to pay their last respects to Jiang Yunqing, who “died at the end of his life”.
The Jiang family’s ancestral grave is here, and all the Jiang family members have to come here to be buried in the ground.
However, there are a few more rules for ancestral worship in the Jianghu area than in folklore. The seventh day of the end is the last number of seven in the funeral, and all members of the Jiang family, no matter how old or young they are, are required to come and participate in the ceremony.
Jiang Ming was sitting in a black car at the end of the car, driven by his nephew, who was studying in the United States and had bought a ticket from there to come back.
He didn’t want to come back, he was abroad drinking wine and picking up foreign girls, who would want to come back to this small city where there is nothing? He is a member of the Jiang Pang family and has long been on the fringes of the jungle.
“Uncle Ming, it’s a nice day, ouch the car in front of you is driving so slow. You say this second uncle, when he was alive, he didn’t look old, everyone said he was a living god, the rumour was like anything. He had a stroke and passed away just like everyone else.
Jiang Ming leaned against the car window, not knowing what he was looking at, his eyes narrowed: “You’re thinking out of the box.”
Jiang Pang didn’t even bother with the rest of the Jiang family, but this Uncle Ming was someone Jiang Pang had always wanted to get involved with.
This Uncle Ming was the richest and most powerful one in the Jiang family, and all of their young people hoped to climb into this Uncle Ming’s relationship.
Although the older generation always said that the real master of the family was the dead second uncle, but that second uncle, who was only a mystery to the monks every day, did not care about the family’s affairs, and would not even come back for a year and a half.
Jiang Pang smiled and said, “I think the second uncle can’t think of anything else. When one reaches old age, one should accept everything in peace and retire well, isn’t that better than him always going up and down the mountain? The old people in the family are really old, so let them have the right to give the young people some opportunities and let us young people take the responsibility. Ah, Third Uncle, don’t you think so?”
Jiang Yunyi, who was sitting next to Jiang Ming, didn’t even dare to move.
Jiang Ming smiled at this time and said, “Third uncle, your nephew grandson is asking you, do you say so?”
Jiang Ming had the car window open and the cold wind was whistling inside, but Jiang Yunyi’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Jiang Pang became even more smug and said, “Uncle Ming, when you get older, you’ll just retire and I’ll give you a pension and be properly filial to you!”
Jiang Pang swept a glance at Jiang Ming’s empty sleeve in the rear-view mirror and couldn’t help but be proud of his own little cleverness.
This Uncle Ming had no son and was disabled, there was no one to inherit this million dollar family fortune, and he would need someone to take care of him when he got older, so if he could take care of this old man, wouldn’t all this money be his in the future?
Jiang Pang was already calculating in his mind what style of sports car he should buy with Jiang Ming’s money in the future.
Jiang Ming laughed and looked at Jiang Yunyi, saying, “What do you say? Your grand-nephew is quite filial.”
Jiang Yunyi didn’t dare to say a word, instead his whole body shook like sieve chaff.
Jiang Pang lamented in his heart that this Uncle Jiang Ming was quite deceitful, not as shrewd as his parents had said.
It’s not surprising that this is, in the end, an old guy living in a small city in China, who has never seen the world, probably not even flipped through the wall outside the net, people are simple and stupid, it’s normal to be good at fooling.
At this time, Jiang Ming laughed at himself and said, “Third uncle, why don’t you say anything, didn’t you talk a lot in the clan council, suing me for killing second uncle, the evidence is listed one by one, ironclad evidence, does anyone care about you?”
Jiang Ming looked like he was talking about a very ordinary matter, but just this one sentence made Jiang Pang’s and Jiang Yunqing’s hearts thump.
